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Monthly Archives: October 2012
the monkey & the eaters of weak poetry
they are hungry for cliches & weak meter these eight-legged beasts skittering behind us patient, deft as spiders waiting & salivating for crumpled paper wadded in the recycle bin, siphoning blood from every tap of backspace & delete keys & longing for larger meat … Continue reading
We Two Fly (a duet)
by Noel A. Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels i have flown too pushing off with one foot and coasting thermals with hawks but after i am above trees, dispersing clouds skipping over jet trails– never in dreams have i found a way … Continue reading
Posted in duet, duet with Noel Ihebuzor, Duets with Noel Ihebuzor, New Free Verse
Tagged dreams, poetry
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connectedness
we live inside openness & call it selves, world, trees all driven by pulse of blood or water there is no distinction between my bare feet and the earth meeting & melding atoms while i walk with her turns, both … Continue reading
to live under a rock is to disconnect from made things & live knowing
to live under a rock is to disconnect from made things & live knowing we are married forever to stone that holds us. yes, to stone & mud that parent us & mark our passing in prints– trace them, if you can … Continue reading
cutting (for E)
there is need bright & shining in blades we know better than to touch but we do, press against those edges, our boundaries & then step back surprised by new blood filling scars already there the love i want the … Continue reading
what’s funny
she says her life’s a sitcom & she’s lost the laugh-track, as if we have one unspooling & canned between our ears because sometimes we need it to tell us when the cartwheel down stairs in perfect circles the split pants & the … Continue reading